How to Make Your Own Basketball Concrete Poem

>In shadows of dusk

We glide into darkness.

Each moment echoes.

Every breath gasps,

As the ball gracefully arcs, so

Smooth its descent

It seems effortless

Thud!!

Silence, the arena stills.

Our hearts pound.

Fingers gripping, eyes widen,

Anticipation soars, suspended midflight like an unsung aria, then:

>Swish!!!

>Euphoria sweeps; it’s a perfect shot!

Cheering erupts

Ecstasy ripples and washes over the crowd , an orchestra conducting, a

Symphonic masterpiece,

>As one…we breathe